Genre Rock


Wake up every morning dead inside
Constant fucking thoughts of suicide
Bitch keep running round up my mind
You hate my guts I get it, it's fine

Please let me die, fuck getting high
I hate myself, don't worry I'm fine
Depressed, stressed, possessed
Bitch we could go on, what's next
Can't forget my ex, hey wanna die?
Oh fuck yes

[Bitch I'm happy when I'm in pain]

Fucking throw me in my casket
I'm not anybody's asset
See me slowly die, you'd like it
Stop trynna help me, I've had it

Vеnlaxafine bottles empty
Withdrawals can't always stop mе

[Bitch I'm happy when I'm in pain]

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